Purple Silence || Book 3 of Red Whispers || W.M. x Reader

Chapter 7 || It's Me, Red Eyes

Your POV

I can hear more grunting from Wanda, I can feel her anger radiating from here. After a few moments, it feels as if something has lifted, like I feel lighter.

"You felt that too?" Other me questions, leading me to look over at her with a confused nod. Looking around, nothing looks different, I don't feel more power but...I feel released.

Leaning forward with my hands, I wait to feel the purple blockade again but nothing comes.

"It's gone. The wall is gone," I whisper, turning to look back at my recreation.

She smiles and straightens up, "Let's go get our girl then."

As she begins to run I huff, using my powers to grapple her, stopping her in place and turning her towards me.

"What the hell!"

"Just so we are clear, you may be me but we are not the same. And Wanda is not ours, she is mine. Understood?"

She rolls her eyes at my anger but I just tighten my grip, nearly growling at the weaker version of me. The me before the torment of the past five years, the me that didn't face the biggest loss of their life, the me that is innocent, hasn't taken hundreds of lives, ledger not dripping with red like my own.

"Are you always this violent? Or did the past five years just really fuck us up?"

With a sligh scoff, I release her, "Second option. Let's go."

Before she can say anything else I superspeed to where I can feel her, I search until I reach a house with a car through the front of it.

That's when I spot her.

Wanda.

She turns to me, face scrunching to see me clearly. Glancing downwards I notice that her hand has turned grey, looking nearly decayed. What the hell happened here?

"Y/N?" Her voice wobbles, uneasiness filling her.

My heart palpitates, hands nearly sweating at the sight of her. Not in a war, not dusting, but her. Sweatpants and all, she still looks like a goddess. She hasn't aged a day. It feels like I am in some sort of time loop, like I am seeing her for the first time all over again with the way my heart is beating.

Her feet shakily carry her towards me, eyes not breaking from my own.

"Is it really you?"

Those emerald green orbs stare deep into my soul, filling me up like the perfect meal. With a soft smile, teary eyes, I observe her features, noting everything about her. My hand lifts to her cheek, thumb pad brushing over the soft skin.

She leans into my palm as if second nature to her, bottom lip quivering as tears drip down her cheeks.

"Wanda," I whisper, voice hoarse after finally being able to see her again, both of us alive and well.

She opens her eyes, tilting her head as she places her hand over mine on her cheek, starting to smile until I grunt, feeling my body being thrust backwards in magical red ropes.

"Who the hell are you," She hisses, her hands emitting the red balls of pure energy.

Gulping, I try to escape from her restraints but she just clenches her fist, tightening the hold as I am lifted up into the air.

"Wanda, it's me! It's Y/N."

"That's impossible. You're not fooling me anymore, Agatha."

Agatha? Who the hell is Agatha?